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Kirael
Flying with Vesper in his arms was a strange experience for Kirael. On one hand, all he could think about was how incredibly fragile she was, how if anything happened, if he made a single mistake, it would be fatal.
On the other hand, despite the fact he was fairly certain that some of Darren’s mages were tracking them across the city, Kirael was enjoying the moment. It was perverse, but feeling Vesper’s soft curves pressed against him, the calm and trusting look on her face…
For the first time in memory, Kirael was glad that he was Fallen. Angels were awe-inspiring creatures, but their rigid purity of being kept them from many things. Everything was very black and white for them, nothing in between.
Complex emotions, like the guilty pleasure Kirael felt as he held Vesper cl
